as i walked to my gate, i realized how much i enjoyed being in this airport late at night. it brought back memories of every time i flew to boston and some of the reasons why. i settled in the chair and pulled out a book i have not read in a very long time. the pages were brown, the cover worn and it smelled like the history of my sexuality. i started reading again, Delta of Venus by Anais Nin.
i got lost in her words. i was aroused during the first story i read. the taboo, the sexual, the lust and i kept getting lost. she described feelings and experiences that i had to a T. i soaked in her words with a slight smile on my face. i felt lightheaded and i knew i was wet.
before i knew it, we were about to board the plane and i got up to headed to the bathroom. i remember it vividly, the pale yellow stall door, latching it, hanging my backpack on the hook and pulling my jeans and panties down. i saw the small wet spot on the crotch of my black panties and i smiled. my hand crept between my legs and i felt the smooth wetness as my finger ran up and down my slit. the tip of my finger rubbed the nub of my clit, my lips parted and my eyes closed. i wanted to melt into what i had read and i wanted to read more.
i pulled myself together leaving behind the wetness that Anais’ words gave me. i walked on to the plane with a dirty secret in my head and my mind buzzed along with the arousal between my legs. i pulled my book out again and started to read again. i started to squirm in my seat and realized that i should stop before i got myself into trouble on the full flight. i had already unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans underneath my sweatshirt. yes, i even sneaked a few touches.
i spent the rest of my trip relishing in her words and feeling a deep connection in thoughts and ideas. i read at night and anytime i had a moment to myself. reading her made me want to masturbate and i did. a female was giving me a mindfuck so many years after she had written her/ words. i can only hope that i can do the same for another like minded individual.
if you haven’t read Delta of Venus, well i suggest that you do. i promise it won’t disappoint you
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